Saturday, January 20, 2024

Where Are the Sonnets? By Steven Bruce


She said, None of your poems rhyme

and where are the sonnets?


Oh, but life’s rhythms

aren’t written in syllable counts.


Nor is our iron forged

by trite rhyme schemes.


At worst, man’s form

is a hurricane colliding

with an erupting volcano.


At best, it’s a night of music,

libation, and a partner he adores

climaxing at the end of his tongue.


Man is a simple beast grazing

in fields of dissonance.


He never stops

to appreciate the flowers


because they never stop

to appreciate him.


And his mind’s a gun chamber

loaded with infernal reflections.






Steven Bruce is a writer and multiple-award-winning author. His poems and short stories have appeared in numerous international anthologies and magazines. In 2018, he graduated from Teesside University with a Master’s Degree in Creative Writing.



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